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Max Apr 2020
I am me.
I was born to be a thunderstorm,
And my soul’s a starry sea.
I was never born to stay warm,
But I am without an anchor, and I am me.

I am me.
I am shards of iron and glass.
I am the howl of an animal that knows it’s free.
I’m a whirlwind of jagged ice.
I am a tameless tide, and I am me.

I am me.
I am the pirate at the helm.
I am the lost, restless sailboat, that longs for the sea
I am the endless, ever changing realm.
I am the storm at the heart of a sailor, and I am me.
Thomas W Case Apr 2020
I love the country life,
in between the feral cats
and hawks.
Morning coffee March
I sip it with Irish crème and  smile.
Last night I fell
asleep inside her.
Safe and sound
and domesticated in her
tight wet walls.
We came together in
determined silence.
Family in the next
room.

I love the country life;
the ponds and streams and
sun soaked meadows.
The wild asparagus and
gooseberries.
In her arms my spirit rests.
My tired wings
find a nest better
than the barn swallows,
stronger than the eagles.
I'm a brook trout
swimming through
her veins.

I love the country life.
Coonhounds and cornflowers,
coyotes yipping and
bobcats tiptoeing up on
shocked field mice.
Last night, after we died
a little in each other's arms,
I gently rubbed her
cheek and kissed her
eyelids, nose, and lips.
I breathed in deep the
smell of lavender, ***, and
home, the safest
fragrance I know.
The country life is beautiful.
Saige Apr 2020
Little tails wiggle waggle up and down the walk,
I follow after their orange laughter, wishing they could talk.

Well, talk they can, and talk they do,
While I am listening out of view.

I giggle at their rubber feet flip-flopping on the ground
and smile at their velvet feathers while I try to make no sound.

When I get close, food bowl in hand, trying to gain their trust
They quack a warning that says 'Stay clear!' - my mission is a bust!

The little couple waddle on, eyeing me with care,
I watch until I see them taking off into the air.

Now I'm waiting for tomorrow when I hope to see them,
Margaret and Philip, as I have fondly named them.
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If you like to go to the park and feed ducks (like I do), please consider this: Bread is not good for the ducks' health. Yeah, they love to eat it, but it's like junk food for them -- it doesn't provide the nutrients and minerals that they need.
SO PLEASE: If you want to feed the ducks, consider getting cracked corn, birdseed, barley, oats, frozen peas or corn, halved grapes or duck feed for them. The ducklings will thank you.
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Reappak Apr 2020
Sometimes I wish to ask the moon
Why always it glooms
Has it ever smiled?
Or is it too the lonely child
Depressed inside, but seemingly wild!
I hope you know what I meant by the lonely child😰
Kody dibble Apr 2020
"Hi Children,"

She turns, mystically endowed with a sense of something greater still.

"Please enjoy this story, it is old and foretold without a soul to behold."


"Darkness is a place, fewer men know still"

"Where shadows are lonely and vicarious, tilted visions of sorrow"

"My darling"

She points to a small child in the front row, a girl seemingly clueless to the world around her.

"The arrow bends beneath the snow but life it takes for me to grow"

All the children are now listening.

"I've place the bets, and now I know"

"The darkness seeks another reef to hallow its only begotten dream"

They know it now, you know..The ending. They grew up beside each other, fighting each other, loving each other. Someday you will realize all of the reasons why you surrendered. Why you chose to caress a care that spoke of there being something....

greater.
timeless
Ivy Davenport Mar 2020
tall, prickly, and dangerous
I see your back in town
last time here you left me
but I've made a country crown
these wildflowers are deadly
don't mess with me this time
ill rattle out in warning
don't dare you cross that line
I'm the sheriff in town now
and you've yeed you're last haw
this ain't the rodeo lass
you'll surrender to the law
I know you, oh Saguaro
how you look above the rest
but when you die its only bone
a skeleton at best
yee haw
Ellie Phant Sep 2019
Distant train horns roar
through ripe summer air,
shaking some last scattered pieces of a society disintegrating,
silent reminders of spaces once shared.
Amidst Mother Nature’s reckless reclamations
two tired souls remain.
They both slowly soften and unite,
hearts beating wildly in each other’s hands
held tight,
reverberating raw emotion across all realms,
pulsating with a palpable sense
of pure unbounded joy
felt deeper than the marrow of our bones.
Coop Lee Feb 2020
was once a wild dog,
reborn a man, for just a brief moment in this billion year odyssey.

was once a demon,
sent to earth to destroy, instead fell in love with the woods and her toys.

was once a frog prince,
tongue-out beside a pond, with his princess to never arrive.

was once a boy,
forgot about time, scuffed knees and chin, to grow old and die.

was once a dreamer,
fell asleep and got lost…

                            [each harsh yet beautiful minute proceeds into the next, time telling its stories of love and death]
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